This is a song about "Trill gods"

Doomed by gods stupidity

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Lucky seven probably poppa

Spit up to the gods at gaza..

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

You mad with me cause i stay trill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs